Slumber Party Part 1

Lebanon, Kansas

Sam walked into the dungeon, where Crowley sat. Crowley blinked a few times at the sudden light streaming into the room, and looked up at the younger Winchester.

"Hello, Moose."

Sam just set a piece of paper and a black crayon on the table in front of Crowley.

"You want more demons names." Crowley narrowed his eyes, crumpling up the piece of paper. "I want a room with a view."

Sam silently smirked and turned around to leave, causing Crowley to frown.

"We can discuss this!" he called out. "I'd settle for stretching my legs!"

Sam didn't respond as he turned off the lights and shut the door behind himself.

~/~\~

Sam walked into the main room to see Angela sat at the map table, playing with Grace, who was in her highchair.

"Aren't you supposed to be researching?" Sam asked with a smile as he sat down next to his wife.

"Are you telling me that you'd be able to focus while this cute face is looking up at you?" Angela raised a brow as Grace reached for her rattle.

Sam chuckled, smiling at his daughter. "I wouldn't get anything done."

"Exactly." Angela smiled.

Grace mimicked her mother's smile and started giggling as she shook her rattle.

Sam smiled softly, knowing he should get back to work. But, he didn't want to miss a single moment of his daughter's life… she was too precious. Suddenly, Dean walked in through the door upstairs.

"Hey." Sam looked up at his brother. "How'd it go with Kevin?"

"Oh, that little nerd is in a lovely warded hotel room in Branson," Dean explained as he walked down the stairs. "He's got about 48 hours of pay-per-porn and Kenny Rogers ahead of him."

"How's he feeling?" Angela asked curiously.

"Well, he stared at the Angel Tablet and repeated the word 'falafel' for the entire ride," Dean replied. "Kid's cracked. I'm hoping this break will, uh, clear his head. You know, after everything that happened, I figured we could use a little break ourselves." Dean added as he opened a plastic bag. "So, I, uh, picked up season one of 'Game of Thrones.' Figured we'd get a little takeout."

"Alright." Sam nodded. "Well, first, I think I. might have found a way to help Cas."

Dean looked up suddenly concerned, and Angela stiffened slightly.

"Did you talk to him?" Dean asked.

"No." Sam shook his head. "And, by the way, I still don't understand why he left in the first place. I mean, the bunker is the safest place for him. Bartholomew and—and who knows how many other angels are out there, gunning for him."

"Hey, look, nobody wants him here more than Angie and I do, okay? But, uh, he felt like he'd bring trouble down on us, so he had to split." Dean lied.

"But, if you got a way to help him, we're all ears," Angela added.

"Alright." Sam nodded. "So, Kevin said the table lit up like a Christmas tree when the angels fell, right?"

Dean's brows furrowed. "So?"

"So, it turns out each light was where a cluster of angels fell." Sam continued. "So, I'm thinking maybe there's some way to hot-wire this, make it track angels. That way, we could help Cas steer clear of danger."

Angela raised her brows. "This was… your idea?"

Sam looked around, slightly amused. "Do you see anybody else in here?"

"So, how would it work?" Dean asked curiously.

"Oh, no idea," Sam admitted. "See, at first, I thought the table was the computer, but it's not. It turns out it's just part of it. But, I did find these cables underneath, and I followed them. You guys are never gonna believe what I found."

~/~\~

Sam led Dean and Angela to a room full of electrical panels, shelves, and a very large, old computer.

"Voila," Sam smirked.

"This is a computer?" Dean's eyes widened.

"Yeah—or it was in 1951, when it was installed," Sam replied. "Now, here's the crazy thing. It's not plugged into anything. I mean, I have no idea what's making this thing work."

The three hunters walked around to the other side of the computer. Dean put his hands on the back of it.

"It's warm here." He muttered.

Dean looked around and found a flat screwdriver on the shelf behind him. He inserted it under the back panel of the computer and started to jimmy it open. He gave a giant pull and the panel popped off and sent Dean stumbling back into the shelf behind him, unknowingly knocking over a bottle with gray liquid in it.

"Got it." Dean scoffed.

"Huh," Angela muttered as they looked at the back of the computer.

"Well, that looks simple," Dean remarked sarcastically. "Does it come with a manual?"

"Nothing in the archives, and I obviously couldn't find anything like it online," Sam sighed. "Not to mention, I'm pretty sure that the Men of Letters doesn't exactly have I.T. support anymore, either."

Angela felt a lightbulb go off in her head. "I think I know somebody who could help us. Come on." She replied excitedly.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela sat at the table in the main room of the bunker. Angela had Grace on her lap and was bottle-feeding her. Suddenly, the door above them opened and Sam and Charlie walked down the stairs.

"Here it is." Sam smiled.

Angela set the bottle on the table and immediately got up to greet Charlie, carrying Grace in her arms.

"It's great to see you, Charlie." Angela grinned, giving her a one-armed hug.

"You too, Angie," Charlie replied before turning her attention to Grace. "And of course I'm always happy to see my favorite niece!"

Grace giggled and smiled a large, toothless smile as Charlie tickled her stomach. Dean walked over and hugged Charlie tightly.

"Thanks for coming." He said sincerely.

"Not a problem," the redhead assured. "Especially since I got fired last week."

Sam frowned as he set her bag on the table. "Hey, what? What happened?"

"Turns out the company I work for was outsourcing to child labor," she explained. "So I took a big Wikileak all over that. And, yeah. It's cool, though. It's given me more time to focus on my hobbies… like LARPing, macramé, and… hunting."

"Excuse me?" Dean raised his brows in alarm.

"Okay. It was just a couple little cases." She defended. "I took down a teenage vampire and a ghost… which sounds like a Y.A. novel if you say it out loud."

"Charlie, how'd it go?" Sam asked, his voice laced with concern.

"It was, uh… It was intense." She admitted. "But I kind of wish hunting was more… magical, you know?"

Dean rolled his eyes while Sam and Angela just looked confused.

"Never mind." Charlie pursed her lips. "So, where is this Commodore 64 of yours?"

~/~\~

Charlie grinned as she looked at the ancient computer. "Sweet Ada Lovelace. This thing belongs in a museum. I mean, it's got encryption software. It seems to be powered by something magical."

"Skip to the end." Dean urged.

"It's kind of an alarm system. Global badness? It freaks." Charlie explained. "This computer is what locked this place down."

"Can we use it to track angels?" Angela asked, adjusting Grace in her arms.

"Alright. Let me see what I can do." Charlie disappeared behind the computer.

~/~\~

Charlie pursed her lips in concentration as she hooked up various wires and switches to her computer. "Alright. It took some doing, but now we can download. This beast has all the Men of Letters files. Time for a little drag-and-drop."

"Wow. Well, it's a start." Sam nodded. "Thank you. Um, that's—that's great."

Dean silently signaled to Sam to ask Charlie something.

Sam pursed his lips. "So, you've been hunting."

"Alone," Dean added firmly.

Charlie glanced over at Angela, silently asking for help.

"Don't look at me," Angela shook her head. "They're in full-on protective brother mode."

Charlie sighed. "I know. Not a good idea, according to the 'Supernatural' books."

"You really can't delete those from the internet?" Sam huffed.

"Not even I can do that. Come on!" Charlie laughed.

"Where do you even find them?" Dean questioned.

Charlie grinned cheekily. "A top-secret place I call Amazon. And someone uploaded all the unpublished works. I thought it was fanfic at first, but it was clearly Edlund's work."

"Who uploaded it?" Angela's brows furrowed.

"I don't know." Charlie shrugged. "Their screen name was beckywinchester176. Ring a bell?"

Both Dean and Angela looked sharply at Sam, who started to get extremely flustered.

"None," Sam replied quickly. "Uh, nobody's. Uh, no, there are no bells. Uh… No."

"Smooth, babe." Angela chuckled, earning a look from Sam.

"Uh, these files are encrypted." Charlie changed the subject. "This is gonna take a while. So, takeout, sleepover, braid each other's hair?"

"Got an idea." Sam grinned.

~/~\~

Dean, Sam, Angela, Charlie, and Grace were in Sam and Angela's bedroom. The room was covered in files and books. Dean and Charlie sat on the bed, Grace in Dean's arms while Sam sat on a nearby chair with Angela on his lap. Dean turned off the TV as the episode ended.

"Wow. That Joffrey's a dick." Dean commented.

"Oh, you have no idea. Wait until he—

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, who!" Sam stopped Charlie. "S-spoilers. I haven't read all the books yet."

Dean's brows furrowed. "You're gonna read the books?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yes, Dean. I like to read books—you know, the ones without the pictures."

Dean shook his head and looked down at Grace. "Sorry that your dad is such a nerd, Gracie…"

"Man, this bed is about as comfortable as a brick," Charlie noted with a frown.

"Tell me about it." Angela agreed.

"Any plans on moving in anytime soon?" Charlie raised a brow.

"Sam and I haven't quite agreed on a style." Angela sighed.

"Well, I'm sorry I haven't hung up the, uh, 'Hang in there, kitty' poster, yet." Sam retorted. "Feel free to redecorate, Angie."

"I might just do that." She replied. "Just wait till I have the bunker to myself."

Dean's brows furrowed. "So, what, our home's not good enough for the 'Hang in there, kitty' poster?" he asked his brother.

"This isn't our home. This is where we work." Sam argued.

"Um, this is where our daughter is going to grow up." Angela reminded her husband. "This is very much our home."

Charlie shifted uncomfortably. "Okay…"

Dean got up and adjusted Grace in his arms. "Alright, well, I'm gonna go get us some more beers. How about that?"

Dean quickly. left the room with Grace.

"So, Charlie," Angela started. "What was all that about how hunting isn't magical?"

Charlie sighed heavily. "Saving people, hunting things, the family business? I am down. But… I was raised on Tolkien. I mean, where is all this?" she held up the Game of Thrones disc. "Where are my White Walkers and my volcano and a magic ring to throw in the damn thing? Where—where's my quest?"

"Magic, quests… suck." Sam admitted. "Trust us. They're all dead ends."

~/~\~

Dean, Sam, Charlie, and Angela walked into the computer room. Sam was carrying Grace, who held a rattle in her hand.

"Download should be done by now," Charlie noted.

Dean frowned when he noticed one of the shelves had moved. "What the hell? Sam, give me a hand."

Sam handed Grace over to Angela before he and Dean moved the shelf to reveal two gray pods on the wall. Sam pulled out his gun as Dean took out a knife and cut part of the way through one pod. Dean cut the rest of the way through and a woman fell to the ground. Dean drew his own gun before turning the woman over.

~/~\~

"Holy crap!" Charlie exclaimed as she and Dean read over the case folder on Dorothy. "The first case investigated in this bunker involved Dorothy. She and the witch came into this room, and they never came out. This will never stop blowing my mind!"

"Okay, pace yourself, Toto," Dean muttered.

"Oz is real! It's part of the fairy world!" Charlie replied.

Dorothy sat on the floor with a blanket around her shoulders. "We have to find her."

"No, we have to talk before anyone does anything, okay? Dorothy?" Sam asked.

"Talk?" she scoffed. "Typical Men of Letters, standing around, having a nice, little chat with your noses buried in your books while your little secretaries take notes."

"We're hunters." Dean corrected.

Angela adjusted Grace in her arms. "And we are so not secretaries."

Dorothy looked between Charlie and Angela, obviously confused. "You're not secretaries? You're Women of Letters? W—how long have I been out?"

"That's why we need to talk," Sam replied. "Look, you've been gone for over 75 years. Now, according to our files, you came here to kill the wicked witch and then disappeared. What happened?"

"We couldn't find a way to kill her, so I did the only thing that I could," Dorothy muttered.

~/~\~

Dorothy was in the computer room mixing a spell into the glass bottle when the wicked witch appeared.

"It's you and me forever, bitch." Dorothy glared, capping the bottle.

Both Dorothy and the witch disappeared in a flash of light. Haggerty flung the door open to find nobody.

"Dorothy! Dorothy!"

~/~\~

"A binding spell that came at a price—her soul with mine," Dorothy explained.

"So, you've been frozen with the witch for all this time?" Angela questioned.

"Yes." She nodded. "Look, the witch cannot be killed. If I am awake, then so is she."

"Wait, if she's here, why didn't she kill you?" Sam questioned.

"She can't."

"You're protected by the Witch of the North's kiss," Charlie remembered. "It's from the books."

Dorothy rolled her eyes and huffed. "Oh, forget the books! They're not important. I'm protected. You aren't. Now, the witch came here looking for something. I have no idea what it is. But we have to find her before she finds it."

"Alright, alright," Dean cut in. "Charlie, Angie, dig into the files. See if you can find anything that puts a dent in a witch."

"Mm-hmm." Charlie hummed.

"Got it." Angela nodded.

"Sam and I will have a look-see. Come on."

"I'm helping." Dorothy cut in.

"Yeah, I don't doubt it," Sam replied. "But for right now, why don't you rest up and help the smartest person in the room." He added before they left.

"So, big fan." Charlie smiled at Dorothy.

"Hmm."

"Ozma of Oz—

"Is a total ass." Dorothy scoffed.

Charlie sighed dejectedly. "You were much nicer in the books."

"Those books are the ravings of a sad, old man—my father."

"Wait," Angela frowned. "Your dad was L. Frank Baum, the writer?"

"A Man of Letters." Dorothy nodded. "Another glorified librarian, you ask me."

"Hey, these guys may have been sexist, but like all librarians, they were wicked smart, too." Charlie defended. "The dude who was here when you came in—Haggerty—he kept your case file open, worked it every day until he retired. Obviously, he never found you, but if you took five seconds to read, he did find a way to fight the Wicked Witch." She explained. "Do you remember the poppy fields in the first book?"

"That's not actually how it happened," Dorothy replied. "It was much bloodier."

Charlie rolled her eyes. "Stop… ruining my childhood. Do you remember the poppies?"

Dorothy just silently nodded.

"Good. Haggerty made a deal with a fairy and got some poppy extract. I'm gonna get some bullets from the gun range and make us some poppy bullets." Charlie explained. "So, are you coming, or what?"

Angela smirked proudly and looked at Dorothy. "Sammy told you she was the smartest person in the room."

~/~\~

Sam and Dean walked into the dungeon, guns at the ready. Crowley started whistling 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow."

"Wow." He smirked. "If it isn't the Scarecrow and the Tin Man. Where's your Dorothy, Moose?" he added, referring to Angela. "Your new houseguest—so misunderstood."

The brother just stared at Crowley, clearly confused.

"Neither of you saw 'Wicked'?" Crowley asked.

"What did she say to you?" Sam retorted.

"Something along the lines of…" Crowley hissed loudly.

"Alright, well, I'm gonna go get some holy oil and a lighter, dick bag." Dean glared.

"I know what she's looking for."

"What does she want?" Sam questioned.

Crowley smirked. "I'd be happy to tell you, as soon as I get to stretch my legs."

Dean unlocked the neck cuff while Sam held a gun on him and Crowley stood, stretching.

"Alright. What does the witch want?" Sam demanded.

"Give me a moment. I still need to air myself out."

Dean pulled out his gun and shot Crowley square in the chest. "I think you're aired out enough."

"Rude," Crowley muttered. He held up the piece of paper with the word 'KEY' written on it.

Sam's brows furrowed. "Key? What key?"

"I haven't the foggiest." Crowley shrugged. "Had to send her off on a merry chase before she could melt me. Told her you kept the keys in the kitchen. You do have a kitchen in this crap hole, don't you?"

~/~\~

The boys walked into the kitchen with their guns drawn. Dean groaned at the sight.

"Dammit, I just cleaned in here."

"Really?" Sam raised a brow.

"Looks like we got a witch here." Dean sighed.

Charlie, Angela, and Dorothy walked into the kitchen and the boys swung around, guns drawn. When they saw that it was the girls, they put the guns away. Sam walked over and took Grace out of Angela's arms.

"Sorry," Charlie apologized. "We raided your gun range. Made us some poppy bullets. They won't kill the witch, but they will stun the crap out of her."

"That's my girl," Dean replied with a proud look.

"There was only enough for five bullets, so… make each shot count." Angela added.

"Now we just have to find her before she finds whatever the hell's she's looking for," Dorothy muttered.

"She's looking for a key," Sam replied as Grace tugged at his hair.

Charlie's brows furrowed. "How do you know?"

"Little birdie told us," Sam replied vaguely. "Ring any bells, Dorothy?"

"Unfortunately." She sighed heavily. "It's the key to Oz. There are magical ways into Oz—tornado, eye of a hurricane, whirlpool—but this key will turn any locked door into a portal to Oz. Insert key, twist, and presto, you're in Oz."

"How did the Men of Letters get they key?" Sam questioned.

"I have no idea." Dorothy shrugged. "But if she finds it, she'll go back and finish what she started. She'll destroy all that is good in Oz. She's got armies of witches, flying monkeys. Many will die."

"What's this key look like?" Angela asked curiously.

Dorothy pulled out her journal and showed the hunters a picture.

"I've seen that key." Dean realized. "Found it when I was doing inventory."

Dorothy looked up at Dean. "Where is it now?"

"My room. We got to get to that key." He muttered. "Alright, Charlie, Angie, and I will go look in my room. Why don't you guys buy us some time?"

Sam handed Grace back to Angela and kissed his wife on the cheek before leaving with Dorothy.

"Charlie? Safest place in this joint is the dungeon." Dean commented.

Charlie raised her brows in surprise. "You have a dungeon in this place? Of course you do."

"So maybe you should…"

"I am not hiding." Charlie cut Dean off. "Especially in a dungeon. Wicked Witch, a key, a quest? Let's do this?"

"C-Charlie…" Dean trailed off as she bounced away. "Angie, can you talk some sense into her?"

"It's cute that you think I can do that." Angela chuckled.

~/~\~

Dorothy and Sam walked through the main part of the bunker.

"I can't believe I've lived here for 75 years." She muttered. "How long have you called this place home?"

"My brother and my wife call it home." He corrected. "Me, I, uh—I haven't had that much luck with homes."

"Me neither." Dorothy sighed softly. "Overrated, you ask me. Yellow bricks or not, give me the open road any day."

Suddenly, Dorothy turned to see the Wicked Witch behind Sam.

"Sam!"

She shot a poppy bullet at the witch, but missed, and the witch disappeared into a nearby vent.

"She can get anywhere from there. Split up, cover more ground?" Dorothy suggested.

~/~\~

Charlie, Angela, and Dean searched through Dean's room for the key. Angela held Grace with one arm as she searched. Charlie opened a box full of antique porn.

"You keep your porn meticulously organized, but not—

"Don't judge me." Dean cut her off. "Ah! Yahtzee." He grinned as he pulled out the key.

Charlie and Angela turned around and saw the witch standing behind Dean.

"Dean!" Angela yelled.

The witch managed to grab the key from Dean's hand and slapped him into the wall; stunning him. She then prepared to throw green lightning at him. Suddenly, Charlie threw herself between Dean and the lightning bolt.

"Charlie!" Angela cried out, shooting the witch with a poppy bullet.

Charlie fell to the ground as the witch disappeared into the vent. Dean stood up, staring at Charlie in concern.

"Charlie? Charlie?" he bent down and shook her.

Angela knelt down next to her best friend. "Charlie?!"

A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I love any episode with Charlie in it :) And thank you for the recent reviews! Your feedback is so important, it's what keeps me motivated. Love y'all, xoxo.

~Emily